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Friday, November 29, 2013

Detective Marshall Ray’s hoping the Sex Doctor, Dr. Sébastein Thibeault, can cure him of his low libido. When he meets the handsome, charismatic hunk, he’s flustered and can’t stop thinking about him. But to partake in the doctor’s unconventional therapy, he has to open his heart, which scares the hell out of Marshall.

The reason Sébastien’s therapy’s so successful is he’s an empathic vampire. He uses his sixth sense to cure people. With Marshall, who makes his heart pitter-patter, his senses tell him the cure for Marshall is him. The sexual attraction they have is something Sébastien cannot dismiss. But something’s happening to Sébastien that frightens him. He’s having blackouts and waking up with bloodstains on his clothes that aren’t his.

People are being mysteriously killed in the city, their bodies bled dry. Marshall tries to figure out who the murderer is when a witness identifies Sébastien as the killer. Marshall must secretly investigate Sébastien while trying not to let his emotions affect his job. Easier said than done when his heart’s telling him Sébastien’s his soul mate.

Short
Excerpt:

The room spun, and Sébastien
found focusing on his handsome blond-haired, hazel-eyed patient before him
impossible. He knew he’d have this side effect if he stopped the purification
process in midstream. But if he drank an orange juice, it would raise his sugar
levels and lessen his vertigo.

He stood, and trying not to show
his dizziness by gently bracing his weight on the love seat’s armrest, then the
wall, he approached the side bar. Afraid his head would spin out of control if
he turned now to gaze at Marshall, he asked blindly, “Would you care for a
drink?”

“No, um, are you all right,
Doctor? You are awfully pale.”

No use in lying now. The cat is
out of the bag. “Yes, of course. I’m just a little dizzy is all.” He drank the
cold glass of orange juice as he made his way back to his seat. Not moving his
head, the whirlwind scene settled and the good-looking man before him once
again came into focus.

Marshall’s gaze teetered between
Sébastien and the direction of the room, which held the Purifier. “Um, you
stopped the dialysis instantly. Isn’t that dangerous?”

If he confessed the truth, he
would say that yes, stopping a kidney dialysis quickly like that was extremely
dangerous, but he wouldn’t boldface lie, either, so he did the next best thing
without compromising his values. He said a white lie. “Well, the process had
ended and I was going to remove the needles when you saw me.”

“Oh, I see.” Marshall nodded,
sitting back.

The dizziness was gone, but
Sébastien knew that it hadn’t disappeared entirely. It lingered in the crevices
of his brain, waiting to wreak havoc once more. If he turned or tilted his head
in any direction, it would return with a vengeance. So sitting stiffly and
unmoving, Sébastien asked, “Before I tell you about my nonconventional
treatment, could you tell me why you wanted to see me?”

“Well, Sheryl told me you helped
her with the sexual problems she was having with her husband and I thought…”
Marshall paused, his eyes shifting from right to left.

“It makes you uncomfortable to
say it, doesn’t it, Marshall?”

“Yes, Doctor, it does.”

“Well, then you don’t have to say
it. I’ll speak and you only need to nod if I’m correct or not.”

Marshall nodded, wide-eyed.

“You thought I could help you
with the problems you’re having with your wife.”

Marshall shook his head. “No, I’m
not married.”

“Then with your girlfriend?”

He nodded. “With past
girlfriends. Not just one.”

“How many? Two? Three?”

Marshall continued to shake his
head, then added, “All of them.”

Sébastien sighed. “Hmm, well,
unfortunately, I won’t be able to help you answer the next question. You’ll
need to do so alone. If you aren’t comfortable answering, then I can’t help you
any further.”

“All right, that’s excellent.”
Sébastien drummed his fingers on the right armrest. “What type of problem did
you have with all your former girlfriends?”

Marshall took a deep breath and,
gazing directly into Sébastien’s eyes, responded, “My libido. Or rather my lack
of libido.”

Sébastien’s brow lifted, and he
couldn’t help but wonder how this muscular and handsome man before him found it
hard to make love to women. But if Marshall decided to continue with the therapy,
he would soon find out. His lips spread into a half grin to show encouragement.
“Well, the good news is treating a low libido is easier than treating an
overactive one.”

Marshall shook his head. “If
you’re talking Viagra or other meds like that, I tried them. They don’t work.”

“No, I wasn’t talking medication.
But your remark does raise a question for me.” He paused, then asked, “Have you
seen a medical doctor for your problem?”

“Yes, I did, and I went through a
slew of tests, which showed I was normal. So he prescribed me Viagra and other
meds like that. None of the meds helped. And I won’t mention the side effects.”

“Yes, the side effects can be
many,” Sébastien said, imagining how painful it could be if his cock stayed
erect for long periods of time.

“After that I figured maybe
homeopathic medicine would help. That’s how I met Sheryl. But she couldn’t help
me and referred me to you.”

“I see.” He took a deep breath
and tried to lift the man’s spirits. “All right, then we know it isn’t a
physical thing. Which makes this easier for us.”

“Easier for me? Not really,
Doctor.”

Sébastien grinned. “No, of course
not, Marshall. I didn’t mean what you’re going through is easy. What I meant is
now that I know that this isn’t physical, the therapy will be straightforward.”

Marshall leaned in closer, and
with scrutinizing eyes, he asked, “What type of therapy are we talking here,
Doc?”

Sébastien placed the empty glass
on the table, and when he saw the dizziness didn’t return with the movement, he
thanked God and said, “I’m not sure how much Mrs. Todd told you about me or my
therapy, so it’s best I tell you exactly what I tell all my patients before I
begin with any treatments.” He sighed. “First off, I’m not a certified sex
therapist.”

“But you are a doctor. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I have a doctorate, but not
in psychology. In biochemistry.”

Marshall frowned. “Then why do
you practice sex therapy?”

“Because I found my vocation in
this. I have helped many people who couldn’t find the help they needed from
doctors or psychologists or psychiatrists.” He leaned forward. “So shall I
continue or has this news unsettled you and now you wish to terminate any
further treatments and leave?”

A hesitant “No” slipped off
Marshall’s lips. His eyes though showed his indecisiveness.

Sébastien continued, “You don’t
sound that sure, Marshall. Let me tell you what some of my therapy sessions
entail. Maybe that will help you make up your mind.”

“All right.”

“Well, in your case, the first
thing I would do is have you tell me about your childhood.”

Marshall snorted. “Oh, now you do
sound like a psychiatrist or Freudian who thinks my sex problems are all based
on some traumatic episode I experienced in my childhood. Or that I had sexual
fantasies of my mom. Relax, Doc. I am not a pervert. Nor did I have a pervert
for a dad and I certainly wasn’t beaten. My parents are two of the best parents
someone would ever hope to have.”

Sébastien lifted his hand. “Ah,
you’re assuming, Marshall. I never thought that, nor did I imply it. Learning
about your childhood and your past will help me understand you better. That’s
all.”

“Okay, sorry for jumping the gun
there, Doc. So, then what else?”

“Well, then I’d ask you to tell
me what you remember about your past girlfriends. How you felt about them? What
type of relationships were they? Etc.”

“Okay, that I can live with. What
else?”

“Well, this may make you uneasy,
and this is where my therapy is unconventional…”

“Oh, no, you’re not…”

Sébastien’s brow cocked and his
lips broke into a grin. “Now, don’t assume, Marshall. Please allow me to
finish.” He paused, and when he saw that Marshall didn’t speak, he said, “I
will have you look at pictures of the nude female and male body and ask you
under different circumstances how you react to them.”

Marshall squinted, frowning, but
didn’t comment. So Sébastien felt compelled to add, “I can assure you that if
at any moment you feel uncomfortable or pressured in the session, we will stop
and take a different route in the therapy. I believe that the road to effective
treatment is a road paved by the patient, not by the therapist. In other words,
I will not cure you of your problem. Instead, it will be you, yourself, who
will. I am and will always be your guide only. And will never force you to do,
think, say, or experience anything you don’t want to or aren’t ready for
emotionally or mentally.”

He paused and stared at
Marshall’s reaction. His furrowed brows straightened and his eyes lightened.
Then Sébastien took a deep breath and gazed at the clock on the wall. Realizing
the time, he said, “Well, Marshall, I don’t want you to answer that question
now.” He stood. “What I want you to do is go home and think this over for a
day. If after that time, you are still interested in having me as your
therapist, you can come back at two tomorrow, and we will have our first
session.”

Marshall got up and followed
Sébastien to the door. “All right, Doctor.”

Sébastien lifted his finger in
notation and smiled. “Also, please call me Sébastien. You are not my patient,
but my client, and I’m not your doctor.”

“Okay.”

Sébastien extended his hand.
“Well then, it was nice to meet you, Marshall, and if by tomorrow you decide to
continue with your therapy, I’ll be delighted to help you.”

They shook hands and he opened
the door, and just as Marshall stepped into the corridor, he remembered. “Oh,
and by the way, I don’t know if Mrs. Todd told you or not, but I do not get
paid anything until the treatment is over and your problem is fixed.”

Marshall’s eyes opened wide. “But
how can you make a living like that?”

Sébastien grinned and waggled his
brow. “I do. Everyone who has followed my treatment has been successful. I have
a one-hundred-percent success rate. Good day, Marshall, it was nice to have met
you.”

Marshall grinned back. “Yes, it
was nice to have met you, too, Doc. I mean, Sébastien.”

Sébastien closed the door and
couldn’t help but note how Marshall’s bright smile enhanced his looks. He was a
rare beauty, indeed. His chiseled face and bright eyes and smile, along with
his perfectly white teeth and thick blond hair that fell into his eyes, made
him one of the best looking people he had ever seen.

Now feeling the soreness in his
limbs warned Sébastien that if he didn’t continue with the purification he so
abruptly interrupted before, he would go into shock. He meandered into the room
and sat next to the Purifier. As he reinserted new, sterile needles into his
arm, he wondered about Marshall.

What would Marshall have said if Sébastien told
him that his therapy practice was only a sideline? What would he have said if
he knew that Sébastien was actually a millionaire and that his discovery, which
now traveled through the Purifier beside him, had made him that?

About the Author

Jessica Frost has always had a passion for fiction and the written word. Add to that her wild, vivid imagination and her pure romantic tendencies and she soon realized she had the traits needed to become a romance author. She decided to take the very big first step not that long ago and wrote her first erotic romance story. And she has not looked back since.

Being a romance writer is a dream come true for her. Having the opportunity to create fantasy worlds where anything and everything can happen is an amazing feeling. She hopes these worlds and the delightful characters she creates will bring hours of enjoyment to her readers as they have done for her.